If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time you know I LOVE books. I’ll give nearly anything a try; anything except perhaps, Christian romance. That, my friends, is where I draw the proverbial line.
I read a few back in the day, you see. They were novels filled with characters who refused to speak naturally–everything was oh my darling … yes, my darling … goodbye, my darling. There was no passion. None. Couples in these novels were about hot as dead fish. A peck on the cheek was a risque as they got–they didn’t even kiss on the forehead because WHO KNOWS WHAT MIGHT TRANSPIRE … which, you know, is kinda true, but still. And in moments where desire might possibly creep in, it was veiled with a prayer. And I’m not talking, Oh sweet Jesus help me; I’m talking long, drawn-out prayers for our nation and beyond.
Needless to say, you can imagine my horror when my mom and I were shopping at Borders a few weeks ago and she picked up this book …
Not only did she buy the book, she liked it. She leant it to friends, and they liked it. Then she turned on me…
Do you want to read it? *silence* I think you would like it. *change of subject*
I was valiant in my stance, dear readers, oh so valiant. Then she brought out the big guns:
Let me get this straight, you’ll read the whole Twilight series, but you refuse to even give this book a try? …………………………… Yeah, I had nothing.
Grudgingly, I took the book, vowing to stop reading the minute I spotted a misplaced prayer. And what do you know? I read it all the way through. And I liked it. I did. As a matter of fact, it was perfect anecdote to stressful days. Alexander paints a vivd picture of life on the frontier. Her historical fiction, set in the Colorado Territory, is full of imperfect characters–ones you can’t help but like.
And for the record, I absolutely loved the thing that finally stole Dr. Molly Whitcomb’s heart. *sigh*
That said, if you’re looking for good, clean fun–for a sweet romance–for a story you can trust will end on a high note, but still draws you in–consider Beyond this Moment {by Tamera Alexander}…
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